An Intimate Snug Live Session w/ Paddy Steer
Behold the sonic and visual spectacle that is Paddy Steer. If you know, you know. If you don't, then where have you been?
Paddy Steer is a Zelig-like character along the timeline of Manchester’s musical activity. It’s a testament to his musicality that he has played with such a wide range of music and artists over the years, be it as a bass player, drummer, Hawaiian guitarist etc. or all these roles at the same time.
In rejection of the notion of ‘immaculate reproduction’, live performances from Paddy’s own project err more daringly and admirably on the frontier of chaotic abstraction, expression and focussed blunder, dice rolling down the hill in case of Duende, as from behind his stacked array of instruments, the anarchically intrepid punk gargles through a vocoder with his xylophone, all a-clatter under disco lights and doilies.
Bobby Lee trades in a widescreen brand of cosmic country-folk, full of space and pawnshop guitars. There are touches of JJ Cale’s analogue Americana, the swampy groove of Tony Joe White, and Richard Thompson’s sinewy, modal guitar work. Amps hum in the warm afternoon sun, kids and dogs snooze on the grass and broken drum machines keep time with the universe